"I used to think of it as a plate glass window just begging for a brick"

Joined the Oxford Poetry Society this evening. Was very much like Dead Poets Society, albeit not in a cave and with British accents. But, like Dead Poets Society, completely male dominated. And I realize, coming after my last entry, this makes me sound like one-track feminist. But I wasn't the only one to comment on that fact. I mean the entire reading was made up of male Oxford students--specifically, attractive, swaggering, slightly pretentious male Oxford students, with varying degrees of talent. But nonetheless. Where are all the girl poets? And perhaps not surprisingly, sticking to strict verse seems quite popular, along with overtly religious themes & odes to lost love. It made me miss Tina's class. Give me some Sirens & Outlaws, please. Well, now that I have joined, it would be ridiculous for me to just sit back, mouth off, and not do anything. I want to inject some Sharon Olds-style life into this thing. Be rebellious, make people take notice. Though given my oftentimes lack of assertiveness, that could be easier said than done. But I at least want to try.


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So, at the suggestion of my darling flatmate Jeff, who reads this blog, and was mildly dismayed no one would know who he was, here's a brief introduction to my flat. You have me, obviously, then Amy, who I'm so happy I'm living with. Apparently some of the girls back home have bets going on how long it will be until we kill each other, but quite honestly, it's working out perfectly. Last night over drinks (seriously, do we do anything else?) we both commented on how grateful we were to be sharing this experience with our best friend; how wonderful it is to go out and have adventures but to still know you have a built in security net. Anyway. Then there is Alex, from Wesleyan, who I totally adore. She's incredibly smart, cute, and does wicked imitations of her crazy tutors. The three of us spend a lot of time together, which I love. Jeff is from Swarthmore, and also quite smart and very charming, not to mention an excellent cook and an avid golf player, on the Oxford team no less. He lives next door to me. We all love him. Finally, we have Mark, from Reid. Mark is an anomaly. I have yet to really figure him out. But anomalies can be a good thing.

Kind of like the monkey head we found at the bus stop this morning. Anomalies. It keeps things interesting.

Now to go finish Dracula. Enough with this procrastinating. Indeed.